Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 206 : Am I Good? Am I Evil? (1)

"Die! You dog bastard!"

"I'll cut off your limbs and make you into boiled meat!"

"Ack!"

"Fuck!"

"You dog bastards! Kraaak!"

Curses and blood splattered at the same time.

As a hot energy rose from all sides, Gung Ma-yeop laughed loudly and rushed towards the surging Demonic Cult members.

The crescent moon sword in his hand was aimed at the sky.

"Hahahaha! I'll have to slice meat to my heart's content here today!"

Dozens of sword energies falling from the air were woven like a net and covered the Demonic Cult members.

Although it was a single sword that he swung as if to cut in two, its momentum was like that of an angry beast.

The chests and waists of the Demonic Cult members who were close to Gung Ma-yeop were split, and blood splattered.

As Gung Ma-yeop's crescent moon sword rotated and filled a radius of about three zhang, the swirling sword energies spread out in all directions like a storm.

"Kraaak!"

"Fuck! Dodge!"

Although the Demonic Cult members shouted and tried to escape from the storm of sword energy, since it flew in so fast and strong, about ten of them were cut like tofu.

"I'll slice you like pigs and dogs, so come at me!"

Gung Ma-yeop, who saw blood, jumped like an excited mad dog and killed the Demonic Cult members who were attacking him.

At his violent sword momentum, the Demonic Cult members also flinched.

Gung Ma-yeop unfolded the Life-Stealing Sword Technique, which was his specialty and was famous in the martial world as a single move.

The sword momentum was naturally like a storm, and it was full of pressure like an angry tiger.

Swish!

The sword energy and sword wind continuously grazed the floor and covered the Demonic Cult members.

It was the Soul-Stealing Cut of the Life-Stealing Sword Technique.

"Kraaak!"

"Ack! Fuck! You dog bastard!"

"My arm! Aaargh!"

The Demonic Cult members whose limbs were cut off by the sword energy of the Soul-Stealing Cut let out screams and curses. It was better for them to die than to live as cripples for the rest of their lives.

"He's still strong."

The expressions of the middle-aged man and Na Hyeon-gi, who were standing on the roof of the high pavilion of the manor, as well as Seo Mun Ga-jeong, hardened.

"I thought he wouldn't be able to use his strength because he's old, but he's still the same. Who would call that rampaging old man an old man over sixty?"

"He is the person who was called the Blood Shadow Sword Emperor. Where would his reputation go?"

At Seo Mun Ga-jeong's words, Na Hyeon-gi answered and then examined Gung Ma-yeop. In the meantime, Gung Ma-yeop had created about ten sword energies and killed the Demonic Cult members.

He was still full of strength. Every time he swung his sword, a lot of blood splattered around him.

A strange smile that was hard to read appeared on Na Hyeon-gi's face. His eyes turned to the lower body of Jin Sa-wol, who was standing on the pavilion.

'He's here.'

Even if Jin Sa-wol was there, nothing would change. Na Hyeon-gi, who had averted his gaze, turned his head and looked back.

The numerous Demonic Cult members who were on standby were visible. Their number was over two thousand, and there were also the warriors of the Dokgo family and the remaining three of the seven halls.

"It's just the beginning."

As Na Hyeon-gi's words ended, a shout of Waaaaah! echoed, and a dark red crowd rushed into the manor.

"We must kill Gung Ma-yeop here today."

Seo Mun Ga-jeong said to get confirmation.

Na Hyeon-gi nodded.

"What about you?"

When Seo Mun Ga-jeong asked, the middle-aged man who was standing on one side with his arms crossed jumped up to the roof with a huff!.

"I'll do it."

His voice remained on the roof like a lingering sound. Seo Mun Ga-jeong and Na Hyeon-gi showed satisfied smiles.

***

On the northern ridge of Haecheongwon, Dokgo Hyeon and Dokgo Hye, as well as Mun-gang and his subordinates, were on standby.

The sound of various metals breaking spread from Haecheongwon. Although they could not see the inside in detail because of the roofs and forest of Haecheongwon, the fight seemed to be continuing.

"What happened to Gung Ma-yeop's subordinates?"

"They are in the cult. It will take them half a day to come."

At Mun-gang's answer, Dokgo Hyeon showed a disappointed expression. It was not a good thing for him to watch Gung Ma-yeop's end. But for the new Demonic Cult, it was good to get rid of all the old stagnant water.

"If Gung Ma-yeop dies, the next are Na Ga and Seo Mun Ga-jeong."

At Dokgo Hyeon's words, Mun-gang showed a sinister smile.

In that instant, a light flashed, and the pavilion was seen collapsing.

Boom!

As the ground shook and even the sound of thunder echoed, Dokgo Hyeon's expression hardened.

"It seems my uncle has stepped forward."

"It seems so."

Dokgo Hye answered and then went down. Her uncle was family. It was necessary to watch the situation from a closer place.

Mun-gang naturally followed, escorting Dokgo Hye.

After the death of Dokgo Jeong, the head of the Dokgo family, the person leading the Dokgo family was Dokgo Hyeon.

He had attached his uncle to show Na Hyeon-gi and Seo Mun Ga-jeong that they were on the same side.

In the past, he was the left lion of the Demonic Cult, and when the Heaven-Shaking Demonic Sovereign, Dokgo Yang, died, he had left the Demonic Cult and returned to his family. He was the Soul-Chasing Sword Emperor, Dokgo Hwi.

***

With the sound of falling rain, about ten Demonic Cult members fell, spraying blood.

That appearance was like fallen leaves being blown away by the wind.

Thud!

The middle-aged man, who was standing, looking at the rain of blood falling from the sky, approached Gung Ma-yeop.

Gung Ma-yeop, who had felt a familiar prayer, looked at the middle-aged man with his sword hanging down.

"Dokgo Hwi."

"It's been a long time."

Dokgo Hwi, with an indifferent face, stroked his beard and then drew his sword.

Dokgo Hwi, who had broad shoulders, a square face, and cold eyes, slowly raised his sword.

Gung Ma-yeop, who saw that, said with a sneer.

"Cut the greetings and come at me."

"Your fiery personality is still the same."

Whoosh!

With his words, as Dokgo Hwi rushed at Gung Ma-yeop, Gung Ma-yeop also rushed at him.

The two began to fight, crossing their sword and saber at a high speed.

Clang!

As the sound of metal mixed with sword energy and saber energy and a strong wind blew into the garden, the gazes of the Demonic Cult members turned to Jin Sa-wol, who was standing on the pavilion.

***

-There are too many. We're surrounded in a triple encirclement. The mountains on all sides are also overflowing with Demonic Cult members. It looks like they've spread a net from heaven and earth. If we don't get out now, there's no way to escape.

-Dodge. Let's meet at the promised place in the evening.

Hearing Jo Geom-ok's telepathic message, Jin Sa-wol told her to run away to a safe place.

-I can't go alone.

-You don't have to worry about me. Rather, you're a hindrance.

At the word 'hindrance', Jo Geom-ok's telepathic message was not heard for a moment. It was clear that she was offended.

-Annoying!

Hearing Jo Geom-ok's telepathic message that hit his eardrums, Jin Sa-wol showed a faint smile.

Whoosh!

Jo Geom-ok, who had entered the forest, was running far away, passing over the heads of the Demonic Cult members.

As Jin Sa-wol had said, she was a hindrance. She was the person who believed that Jin Sa-wol's martial arts were great more than anyone else.

The movements Jin Sa-wol had shown when he was caught by Jeokrin at the inn were not human.

The memory until she had lost consciousness was engraved in her head. To her, Jin Sa-wol was a benefactor of life and a stronger martial artist than anyone else.

'If only I hadn't fallen for him then...'

Jo Geom-ok blushed and sat on a tree for a moment.

Thinking of Jin Sa-wol, she held her chest. Feeling the throbbing of her heart, she shook her head.

'Ah, I'm so annoyed. Should I just watch from afar and then move? Waiting alone is not good...'

As she moved away from Jin Sa-wol, she became worried about his safety. As a woman is complicated, although she had the thought that she was a hindrance, she was worried because he was not in front of her, and although she knew that he was a much stronger being than her, she was worried.

'Haa...'

Jo Geom-ok sighed and then seeped into the darkness of the forest.

As Jo Geom-ok's presence moved away, Jin Sa-wol looked around.

The number of Gung Ma-yeop's three hundred subordinates had been reduced to a few dozen.

They were all fighting to the end with blood-soaked appearances.

About ten zhang away, Gung Ma-yeop and Dokgo Hwi were fighting.

"Attack!"

"Cut off that bastard's head!"

As one side of the pavilion opened, about ten Demonic Cult members all jumped up to the pavilion.

The moment they were about to step into the pavilion, a storm-like wind covered them.

It was also like a blade.

As the wind passed, the bodies of the Demonic Cult members who had rushed into the pavilion were cut into three parts and flew out of the pavilion.

The corpses of the Demonic Cult members whose heads, chests, and waists were cut flew like fallen leaves, and blood fell from the sky like rain.

In a single moment, a dozen or so were cut.

The Demonic Cult members who were rushing into the pavilion opened their eyes wide and flinched. Seeing that, Jin Sa-wol moved.

Jin Sa-wol jumped from the pavilion with a whoosh! and stood with the pond at his back.

"Attack! Kill him! We must tear that bastard's limbs and make him fish food!"

A shout erupted, and the Demonic Cult members rushed in like a tide.

Jin Sa-wol stood still.

He was holding a sword in his left hand and had not moved a single step. But a strange thing happened.

"Waaaaah!"

With a shout, the ones who were rushing at Jin Sa-wol like an angry wave were cut at their necks, chests, and waists with a chwachwachwachwa! sound, floated into the air, and flew back.

"Uwaaaah!"

After that, about ten more who were jumping at Jin Sa-wol were visible. When they were in the air, a faint white smoke crossed the air.

A strange sound of the wind and a cruel sound of meat being smoothly sliced echoed.

Immediately after, their heads, chests, and waists were cut, and then, by a strong wind and force, they flew five zhang and fell on the heads of the crowded Demonic Cult members.

It was then that a rain of blood fell from the sky.

The Demonic Cult members who were rushing at Jin Sa-wol stopped their steps with their eyes wide open.

"Ugh! What the fuck!"

"Fuck..."

The Demonic Cult members who were covered in blood let out curses.

The Demonic Cult members in the front line stared blankly at Jin Sa-wol, who did not have a single drop of blood on him.

"It's a blood demon..."

"It's a demonic sword... a demonic sword!"

A blood mist like fog seemed to flicker around Jin Sa-wol for a moment, and then in an instant, it cut the necks of the Demonic Cult members and passed.

With the sound of meat being cut, people's heads flew into the sky.

It was the heads of the foremost Demonic Cult members who were standing about three zhang away from Jin Sa-wol.

Jin Sa-wol was still motionless.

Although the ultimate move of the Ghost God Short Life Sword had covered the Demonic Cult members, they could not properly see how Jin Sa-wol had moved his sword.

Jin Sa-wol slowly walked towards the Demonic Cult members.

"Hmph!"

"Fuck... Don't come."

The foremost Demonic Cult members were surprised and retreated. But a strong force from behind pushed them.

"Don't retreat, fight! What are you doing!"

A middle-aged man who had jumped forward, raising his voice, raised his sword high at Jin Sa-wol.

"Don't be afraid, attack!"

The moment his words ended, a thwack! sound echoed.

Ridiculously, his head floated into the air and then fell at the feet of a Demonic Cult member who was standing right behind him.

Blood spurted like a fountain.

After that, hundreds of sword shadows appeared around Jin Sa-wol and flew forward.

That appearance was like a waterfall, and it felt like a rain of arrows.

It was the appearance of unfolding the fourth sword of the Ghost Soul Seven Swords, the Hundred Ghost Killing Sword, three times in a row.

Still, they could not properly see how he had moved his hand.

Hundreds of sword shadows flew and pierced the bodies of the Demonic Cult members. The sound of flesh being hit echoed, and dozens of Demonic Cult members fell with screams.

Blood pooled thickly on the floor, and corpses overflowed.

(End of Chapter)